The Kweendom of Abstraction

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~my days as a royal fruit on a social media site (kween kiwi)~of course it brings about thoughts of “bringing forth” fruit…such as babies and the fact that I’ll never have any…~I think of “strange fruit”~I think of my favorite fruits: strawberries, pineapples, pears, bananas, oranges, nectarines…

I haven’t been fruitful through this challenge. I’ve been stopping and going, clamoring to catch up. I apologize. It’s been a mentally hectic few weeks (in some GREAT ways and in a few bad ones). I have to make the rounds so that I can check in on my people. I have a LOT of reading to do (if you all have been doing your homework. lol)

Well, I never “met” my last love. That mofo ain’t have the nut sac to meet me. Or he just ain’t wanna…either way, I fell for someone hundreds of miles away and he was in a relationship with everything and everyone but me.

(He’d deny it like a no-good baby daddy on Maury…but I have the DNA tests. [Digitally Notated Affirmation] also known as I seent it with my own eyes, LOL)

Well, one day in early October 2007 while on Yahoo 360 (The old site I used to be on)…I get this friend request from this cat. He looked young and kinda cute, but I wasn’t checking for anyone just then. I had just gotten rid of a liar and was working him out of my system. We connected and next thing you know…he’s commenting on my poetry. Gushing about how GREAT it is. I was thankful…I’m always gracious when someone reads my work and gives me love, so there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about that. He was like anyone else in that way.

As time passed on, dude became an “ear”…more like an eye. He and I traded IM’s as he offered his shoulder. I accepted. We talked and I remembered saying to him that he had so many women vying for his attention. We’d laugh about it. I used to use this high-pitched groupie voice and beg him to sign my left breast with his loooove signature…in jest of course. We were becoming good friends. Again, nothing was desired of him. He shared his music as I shared more poetry. He sang to everybody me and I found, yet again…someone with whom I had an artistic connection. It was cool.

Before I could spit a poem on a mic…we were giggling and staying up all day and night on the phone. Promises were made, dates to meet were cancelled, excuses sung…blah blah blah meow meow meow…end result, I dropped the mic.

the mic was mute

the lies were moot

all i needed was time to reboot

no more to say

no song to play

nothing left to make me stay

no rhyme to the reason

no love where there’s treason

no love just grieving…

no lifetime…just a season

sound check…too much reverb

the ground shook, nobody heard

so, i dropped the mic…no more words

I could’ve hated him…but, I really don’t. I wish him well. He gave me lots of inspiration and opened me up to online talk shows, thread parties on blog posts and friends I still have in his absence. He gifted me with a lot of things,..but, in the end…I had to gift myself with reality.

…Your Best Friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

What do you THINK I’d do? I hop my mad fat ass on the train or in a cab and roll up on the hospital looking for her. There IS no other scenario…

People argue, disagree, fuck up and may hurt others…but, as I always say…TRUE friendship/love doesn’t end because you get angry. If anything it bucks up, steps up and shuts bullshit DOWN! So yes, I’d have my ass there…holding her hand, crying and telling her ass she’s NOT Carol Ann and to get her ass outta the light. LOL

…and I’d trip over myself doing it. 😉

*mumbling to self…how they gone ask some DUMB ass question like this? I’m the KWEEN of LOVE gotdayumnit!!*